Lancaster – June 2026
Between the busier weeks, we managed a wonderfully gentle escape to Ashton Hall Caravan Park, nestled on the shores of the Lune Estuary where it meets Morecambe Bay.
Our pitch overlooked a wide, neatly mown meadow that quickly revealed its regular visitors—a family of brown hares. Morning and evening they appeared quietly from the longer grass, grazing and chasing one another across the field, seemingly unconcerned by the handful of campers watching from a respectful distance.
One afternoon, we wandered along the coastal path towards the small village of Glasson Dock. The tide had retreated, exposing broad expanses of mud where redshanks, oystercatchers, curlews and other waders busied themselves probing the shoreline for food.
The peace was broken only briefly when a marsh harrier drifted low across the marsh. Instantly, the estuary erupted into life as hundreds of birds took to the air, their alarm calls filling the sky before gradually settling once more as the hunter disappeared over the reeds.
There were no ambitious walks, no long drives, and no grand plans for the weekend.
Just the quiet rhythm of the tides, the company of hares, and another reminder that some of the most memorable weekends are often the gentlest ones.
The Quiet Paths 
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